house of bonsai: Fun Fact

January 29, 2009

Fun Fact

I bit my nails for decades...right up until I was almost 40. I'd tried quitting several times, with no success. In fact, even when my dentist told me that I was starting to damage my front teeth slightly, I still had no luck in quitting.

It was a habit my mother had throughout her life as well, although in her case it was more intermittent. She was fond of comparing the severity of her habit with mine (it made her look good).

As soon as I definitively cut contact with her, I stopped biting my nails. Somehow, it became easy. I don't even remember making a huge resolution about it. I just said "OK, let's do this" and went out and got some clear polish. Within a month, I had perfectly lovely nails, and have never had a problem since.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...: Shed a parasite and suddenly you regain health, sanity, and peace. I so know what you mean and very glad you are putting more and more distance between yourself and dear mumsie.; 9:18 PM
bonsai said...: Hey, Anonymous!

I'm sure you're a lot of fun at parties.

What does "hearless" mean, anyway?

Wait --- I know. It means that you're either nearly illiterate or careless.

Regardless...

I've done plenty of weeping for my mother as well. As have a lot of other people who used to call themselves her friends. They tried as hard as I did and eventually gave up. Doesn't mean it was easy.

Have a nice life.; 2:28 AM
Me said...: Wow, I was wondering about this. I stopped biting my nails at the same time I cut all contact from my mother. I wan't even trying or thinking about it. Don't take that mean judgemental comment personally, it says more abot them than about you. Good luck with everything.
To Anonymos; Walk a mile....; 11:26 PM
mulderfan said...: I used to pick and chew at my cuticles which drew the ire of my Nparents. I recently went NC and now LC with the old buggers and after over 60 years I have stopped this habit which has left my fingers permanently scared.

Never once did they bother to wonder why their kid was such a complete nervous wreck starting at a very young age. Makes you wonder who was the hear(t)less one, Anonymous!; 6:49 PM
Anonymous said...: I was just reading through some of your older posts (again! They're absolutely classic!) and came upon this one......
Wow. This was my experience all over again. In my mid-20's as I was limiting contact with my pdmomma (primarily Narc with a fair degree of AsP) the nails and cuticles I had essentially destroyed throughout my life started healing/growing-without any attempt on my part. Shortly thereafter when I "formally" terminated the relationship I had lovely nails/cuticles-a reflection of my life post NC.
And for that "Anon" comment? Speaking of the "heartless" and the "merciless" let's also add another quality "Anon" apparently possesses: Clueless Asshat. And apparently "Tone Deaf" which I assume is the definition of "hearless."
Tundra Woman; 9:33 AM
bonsai said...: Testify, TundraWoman! Thanks for the post.; 11:28 AM

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Welcome!

First, please read the "first post, August 2006", further down in this column. It sets the context for everything that follows.

Then, please click on the labels section and go chronologically. Sometimes I'll write about a memory about something which happened a long time ago, so going by the dates the posts were written isn't the best way to read the blog. Occasionally, a given post that is relevant over time will have several labels applied to it (1970s, 1980s, 1990s). But overall: stick with the labels and it will be a lot clearer!

Thank you for being here, and for reading.

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first post, August 2006

Recently, it's come to my attention that I have a challenge to meet, a life-altering decision to make: can I continue to have contact with my mother and still hold onto my integrity, my sanity, my serenity?

My mother (who at her best was at one time glamorous, brilliant, interesting, eclectic, and self-absorbed) has morphed over the past years and decades into an unrepentant, myopic, full-blown narcissist. She turns all conversations back to the topic of herself, thinks nothing of the true welfare of others (although she sometimes pretends to do so for short periods when it serves her), and can never take even partial responsibility for any of her actions or inactions. "I am sorry" is a phrase which never falls from her lips...never.

Everyone has bad times and bad luck, but in her eyes, her bad times and bad luck are always worse than anyone else's. She's been "going through a hard time" from the years of my earliest memories, at age 3 or 4, more or less non-stop up through today. Her reaction to others putting up healthy boundaries (in my case, very late in life) is to fly into one of her legendary rages. She also cannot take responsibility for the fact that her actions (and inactions) have been prime contributors to the very negative, sad, isolated place her life has now become.

Her friends, subjected increasingly to her incessant self-focus and self-pity, have been abandoning her in droves, finally tiring of the asymmetric nurturing she requires of all those around her. This trend has put even more pressure on me, in recent years, to be there for her, as one of her last remaining contacts. And now even I am throwing in the towel, going against every ounce of socialization I've received (as her only daughter) from her and from society at large.

Because one of the primary methods of a narcissist is be at the center of attention (whether positive or negative, sometimes it doesn't even matter to them) and to have others see life through their distorted point of view, it seems that children of narcissistic parents can really bear the brunt of this disorder.

It seems that it is only now --- after 40 years of life on this earth, a decade or more of escalating attempts to help her with her never-ending, chronic-by-design problems and issues, several recent severe crises due to my overextending my and my partner's energies to try to help even more --- that I am able to even look at the history, the issues, and for a sane path out of this dark thicket of her pathology. I attribute this growth to increasing self-esteem and resiliency, due in no small part to a wonderful partner and friends, as well as some therapy.

Merely telling my friends "she makes all conversations into brochures about herself" or "she can't apologize" doesn't even begin to illustrate the true depth of Narcissistic Personality Disorder. If I sit down to chat and tell these ridiculous stories over again with various friends, particularly in enough detail to give even a fraction of the full picture, it will take up too much of our potentially much more pleasant time together.

At the same time, I do want those who are close to me to understand what it is that I've experienced, on whatever level they're interested or have time for --- from skimming a post or two to reading more extensively. Much of it will come as a surprise, precisely because of the fact that the sheer oddness and inappropriateness of her behaviour leads me not to bring it up in polite company. It's all too weird, too complicated, and too unsavory to discuss within the context of an average dinner with friends...

Perhaps most importantly, these memories have been living in my head for years, and I've been holding onto them almost like a set of worry beads, a template to keep in mind in case other narcissistic people try to enter my life, so I can run in the other direction. Since, in her absence, I'm finally beginning to trust my judgment a bit more, I think I can safely begin to let these memories go, to let them fade a bit --- to the best extent possible. Writing them out, I'm hoping, will go a good way toward accomplishing that "letting go".

Whether you're an old friend, a treasured colleague, or someone whom I've met and bonded with through the online ACON community, I welcome your comments and cherish your ongoing support and friendship.

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